There's a very clear memory I have: half-lit by the glow of streetlights leaking in through windows obscured by thin curtains, curled up on a couch, cupping a glass of warmed Bourbon and Tea, wrapped in only a blanket.  And I can see the pink scar just below her knee standing out so clearly I can almost touch it, like a slice of strawberry on ( Read more... )

I worked very briefly as a coat check in a swanky restaurant in Boston.  By briefly I mean less than two weeks. And by swanky I mean $22 cocktails, $30 appetizers, $60 entrees, and deserts that were made to order by a nationally revered pastry chef.  My job was simple: I stood there, made topical jokes, made customers feel safe about handing over ( Read more... )

"Can we just maybe not forget this." Verbatim.  The rest takes a while to come back, like waking up after surgery, or a corpse rising to the surface of the water in a movie.  But the words?  The words precede even the scenery.  Tonality, volume, the soft, shimmering quaver like she is talking while in a car driving over a bumpy road. Afterward the ( Read more... )